CHO: Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The lasses they hae wimble bores
The widows they hae gashes, O.

In sober hours I am a priest,
A hero when I'm tipsy-O;
But I'm a king and ev'ry thing
When wi' a wanton gypsie, O.

'Twas laye yestreen I met wi' ane,
An' wow, but she was gentle, O
Ae han' she put roun' my cravat
The tither to my pintle, O.

I dought na speak -- yet was na fley'd
My heart play'd duntie, duntie, O
And ceremony laid aside
I fairly fun' her bellie, O.